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Life As A Dad, And A Survivor

Root Forward, Don’t Scratch Backward


(photo courtesy of Facebook Pennsylvania German)

As someone with Pennsylvania Dutch (German) heritage, there is a custom in my family, that on New Year’s Day we eat pork. Of course, all the holidays seem to have their “meat” of the holiday, whether it be turkey on Thanksgiving, ham on Easter, and though I have never had a Christmas goose, we usually had some sort of fowl. But on New Year’s Day, the menu was pork and something called sauerkraut. Yes, the same condiment you put on hot dogs at a ball park during a baseball game.

If you like cabbage, chances are you will like sauerkraut, because that is all that it is, finely shredded cabbage. It is fermented with salt, and the smell is likely what turned me away from it as a child. My grandmother was notorious for fermenting and pickling (with vinegar) vegetables. The pungent smell in the house lasted for days.

The truth is, sauerkraut is actuall good for you, packed with vitamins and minerals, boosts gut health, the heart, and the immune system. And you would think this would be a convincing argument for me with my health history to make this a part of my daily diet. Nope. I am permanently against sauerkraut. Now to get all nerdy about the fermenting process, it is driven by lactic acid, which squeezes out the juices of the cabbage, then the cabbage sits in that juice and ferments.

Now for the super nerdy… isn’t lactic acid what is the cause of sepsis, a life threatening condition? I only know this because I was septic due to pneumonia back in 2012. So relax, there is no conspiracy against sauerkraut, but there is a difference between the lactic acids in suaerkraut and the lactic acid produced in the body, which I did not know about until I wrote this post. Simply, the lactic acid in the body is considered an L-lactic, while the lactic acid in sauerkraut is D-lactic, and there is a difference. I am not going into that science lesson on this post, just know there is a difference, and you are okay to eat sauerkraut if you can get passed the smell and bitter taste.

So, getting back to the pork on New Year’s Day and why. The Pennsylvania Dutch eat pork on New Year’s Day, because a pig roots forward, and fowl, like a chicken (we never had chicken on New Year’s Day), scratches backwards. So, you go forward into the new year and leave the old year behind. The picture above is exactly what our plates looked like at dinner on New Year’s Day, except mine was missing the sauerkraut.

Oh, one warning, if you were out the night before as many New Year’s Eve revelers do, and drank heavily, and still under the influence just now a hangover, you might want to skip the sauerkraut. Not a part of the custom, and definitely not the way you want to start the new year.

Being Ghosted While Going Through Cancer (Or Any Other Time Of Need)


(photo courtesy of Netflix)

When we see the word “ghost”, we typically associate it with something scary, like other monsters, or situations like being haunted by the afterlife. But “ghost” took on a different meaning in the 21st century, and it is no longer about entertainment, but hurt, anger, and pain. Our culture has now assigned a new definition to the word “ghost,” suddenly ignore someone, cut off, or disappear. The act of ghosting is actually ironic, because ghosts do not hide or avoid presence, and the act of ghosting is just that, avoiding. Ghosts want to be present. Oh well, the irony.

So why do people ghost another, especially when support is needed the most? It could be a lack of understanding what the person being “ghosted” is going through. It could also be an overwhelming fear of witnessing something so horrible, not wanting the lifetime of memories that will come with that. For some, it is as selfish as not wanting that kind of negativity in their lives.

But wait, isn’t the person going through cancer, having to deal with the worst of it all? Friends, family, co-workers, can’t handle the fact that someone they know is dealing with cancer, yet they have the ability and make the decision to protect their feelings and just up and walk away? I will bet donuts to dollars there is not one cancer patient or survivor who would not have wanted the option of just walking away from it all, but we could not. We wanted to be cured, hear the word remission, live. And we wanted those who have been with us, in good times and bad, to be there for us, to help us when we struggled, to pick us up. I did not go through a selection process decades ago, who I felt would stand by me in my times of need. I had no idea who I could count on when I got my cancer news. In fact, it didn’t matter to me. And honestly, it was never a thought that those in my life would “ghost” me, because I had not dealt with any adversity in my life until I got told I had cancer. And then it happened.

One by one, everyone gave me the “aw, I’m so sorry”, and I believed they were all so sincere. For many, I would become the first person they personally knew that had cancer. If looking into their face was looking into a mirror, I could see the fear in their eyes. I hoped that they could not see the fear in my eyes. And then, they were gone. I was too busy puking, sleeping, going through treatments, resting, working, everything else, to notice people were disappearing from my life. I would reach out just to check in, touch base, “hey, it’s been a while, just thought I would catch up…”, an effort clearly not reciprocated, and not until my treatments ended did I realize what had happened, who was still there, and who was not.

Then came the anger, the hurt, the pain, the disappointment. And to this day, those that chose to bail on me back then, have not returned. But while I was the one going through treatments, I was the one facing something that could kill me, I was the one struggling, their “ghosting” me, had nothing to do with me. Their decision to distance themselves from me was all them. Their inability to stand by me was not my problem, and clearly back then, I did not need anything more to deal with.

Does it still hurt? Disappoint? Anger? Even after all of these years? Sure it does. But again, my acknowledgement that their inability to deal with adversity when someone close to them needs them the most, is a “they” problem, not a “me” problem. I know, and those who have stuck by me all of these years know, the only ghost I will be, will be the traditional ghost, with a purpose and some fun to be had, settling some scores and teaching some lessons.

This “ghosting” happens all of the time. They key is to recognize that it is not a you problem, or the fact that you are dealing with cancer or any other serious issue. Look around you to those who are still standing by your side because they are likely the ones who have always been there, and likely will.

Second Christmas


(photo courtesy of Facebook, Scott Fair, Pennsylvania German page)

I would neither try to spell or pronounce this expression in the Pennsylvania dialect, though the last relative I knew who could speak PA Dutch (german) could have done so easily. It means “second Christmas.” Canadians have “Boxing Day,” the PA Dutch have “second Christmas.” It is a continuation of the Christmas holiday, but whereas Christmas is more known to be more chaotic, there are no gifts to exchange, no urgency to assemble for dinner, or get to a packed church. Second Christmas is all about spending time, and a bit more quietly, with friends and family. Sadly, there are not many who are aware of this tradition anymore, which has been replaced with mad dashes back to the stores for returns and after-Christmas deals.

The Christmas holidays can be seen as an end of year “check point,” a chance to look back on the past year as Christmas signals the end of the current year. New Year’s kicks off the new year, duh.

The one thing that remains constant for many, myself included, is the Christmas tree. Year after year, it holds the same decorations with one or two new ornaments, representing a place I have visited that year. My tree is filled with ornaments and all the places I have gone. The tree is the one thing I can count on during the holiday season, to not cause me heartache.

I have mentioned many times over the years, the emotional duress I feel during this holiday. Whether it be someone’s passing or a medical issue, I have rarely been allowed to enjoy, just the holiday, and this year has been no exception. Compound this with the memories that happened just this past year. As I have gotten older, that means there are less people in my life than there were last year, and I am more aware of who and what I have lost. It does get harder to fake the holiday happiness for the sakes of others putting more pressure on me. And I definitely contrast Christmas’s of past with today, quite clearly in fact, often grieving for those memories.

It was much easier to get through this holiday when my daughters came along, because it was no longer about me and the losses I kept experiencing. For my daughters, it was about experiencing magic, believing in good, and keeping in their hearts the kindness and empathy they had been taught. But just as it happened as I got older, my elder’s Christmas changed, just as mine has over these years. My daughters have their own tree to decorate instead of help with mine. There’s no more anticipation of gifts magically appearing under the tree if they slept through the night, or woken up before the sun came up.

Everything is just quieter now, only memories fill the air, wanting my daughters to be little again, or even myself. Reflections that could take me back to a time, when I did not have to deal with the adult losses that keep happening this time of year.

(photo courtesy of Fine Art Media)

I never expected my Christmas to be a Norman Rockwell painting or Hollywood movie, and my holidays over the last decade plus years have been far from traditional especially with my daughters. But we have made the most of those years, and we have plenty of memories from when they were younger.

Now it is my daughter’s turns, as adults, to start making their own Christmas memories and traditions, and I, along with the memories that I have to offer, will be a part of their holidays as well.

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